"You should marry a diplomat, my dear," she said. "After all, perhaps I am a little harsh. But there is a spirit of selfishness and—and of vulgarity in modern, fashionable New York which appears to be catching, like a disease. The worship of financial success seems to be in every one's blood."
"It is power," said Honora.
Susan glanced at her, but Honora did not remark the expression on her friend's face, so intent was she on the reflections which Susan's words had aroused. They had reached the far end of the Silverdale domain, and were driving along the shore of the lake that lay like a sapphire set amongst the green hills. It was here that the new house of the Robert Holts was building. Presently they came to Joshua's dairy farm, and Joshua himself was standing in the doorway of one of his immaculate barn Honora put her hand on Susan's arm.
"Can't we see the cows?" she asked.
Susan looked surprised.
"I didn't know you were interested in cows, Honora."
"I am interested in everything," said Honora: "and I think your brother is so attractive."
It was at this moment that Joshua, with his hands in his pockets, demanded what his sister was doing there.
"Miss Leffingwell wants to look at the cattle, Josh," called Susan.
"Won't you show them to me, Mr. Holt," begged Honora. "I'd like so much to see some really good cattle, and to know a little more about them."